She lay across the bed, eyes shut.
Moaning escaped parted lips.
Capable hands stroked her chest.
Breathing labored, the tip of a tongue swiped dry lips.
Every inch of her body was aflame,
Drops of sweat gliding along smooth skin.
"Okay, sweetheart," her lover softly began. "Vapor rub is on."
Tender lips brushed a heated forehead. "Your soup's almost ready."
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Keep It Brief
Short StoryWill be a collection of micro fiction. My first prompt? To tell a lil' story in only sixty words.
